The Canine Tribe

Of all  of the animals

now on this planet

the dogs seem to be

the most hated of all

stories are surfacing

almost every second

where torture and mayhem

and evil now rule

I have written more than

200 stories

covered them

daily for the past 2 years

this is a member of so many families

broken and tortured

and fraught with the fears

that no tribe on earth

should be set this equation

this darkness befalling them

how can it be

man’s so called best friend

is given the treatment

their lives stolen all the time

yes we can see

such loathesome treatment

such evil intention

Korea and China are eating them

they

are grossly exploited

are treated so badly

and all of this really

is done every day

dogs used for fur for their skin

for their being

hung up and stripped

of it

some are unseeing

stores buy into it

the scandalous way

of importing their skin

and turning away

faux fur its isn’t

its really real fur

its the raccoon dog

and strays all that were

stolen and tortured

and slaughtered at will

why because they

the poor dogs pick up the bill

the stores they are making

their margin and they

plead ignorance of it

they turn away

designers and fashion houses

also play dumb

as the millions are slaughtered

and those knowing are numb

to the vilest brutality

known now to man

these furrier types

I am never a fan

the stores who immerse themselves

in all that blood

who refuse to see sense

and the gore in the mud

the piles of dead bodies

some dying in pain

hooked  up and stripped of their skin

for a gain

no one can imagine the agony here

and whats it about

cuffs and collars my dear

the stars and the starlets

who prostitute they

imagine the glamour

the clamour I say

of the poor dogs

the strays who are beaten

and who

have to watch as their friends

are then cut in two

the victims there are many

victims around

in Greece in Rumania

many are found

hung from wild trees

burned in great piles

how on earth can we

accept

it reviles

all  those who witness

this slaughter each day

they yelp in my sleep

they scream with dismay

in China in Laos

in Cambodia they

in Korea and in China

how they do pay

their  throats slit

and boiled alive

in the soup kitchens of hell

just walking passed

that perculiar smell

Tonight as i sit here

and write what I know

I feel my heart beating

faster you know

a weird kind of dryness

enters my throat

my hands they feel sore

from all that I’ve wrote

I am feeling their pain

I am sore from it all

we as a human race

have to go back to school